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“That’s alright then.” He just said with no feeling. She was hoping for 3 words but they didn’t come. She heard his footsteps crunch the frosty grass as he walked up to her, planting a kiss on her cheek and walking into the party once again. She felt a tear run down her cheek.
The First Fault.
“Hermione what on earth did you think you were doing!” Draco’s voice whipped at her. All she could do was bow her head down and listen to his lecture. “You are a married woman! To someone who is recognized all over this country! You should be honored and yet you are –“
She started to walk down the long dusty street with people selling their goods. She felt as if she had lost something as she walked down there. As if he was part of something important and she had just let him go. His face was still in her mind, the dark red hair and navy blue eyes.
"Home, Orchard Grove,” Hermione looked up at it and she saw something she thought only to exist in her dreams, the flash of green hills and yellow farm fields.
“Why am I here?” She said. This was a moment to find out all the truth, if he would allow it. He sighed softly and ignored her. “Ron, I am not here for you to play with. I want to go home, and I will go home.”
Don't Come Back For Me
The frosty air of morning made Hermione wrap the thick blanket around her shoulders tightly. Hermione squinted her eyes as the heat of the fire made her eyes prickle. The talk around the fire that use to be heard when they were living in their camp did not exist, only the crackle of burning wood and her own breathing accompanied by Ron’s. The light of the fire caught the blade he had given her making it shimmer. Hermione brought her finger out to stroke it up the blade making sure it wasn’t the sharp bit.
The Murderers Eyes
Hermione let the teeth of her brush stroke her hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes shone with patience as the brush ran through her hair making sure it was brushed well for the upcoming formal dinner. The dinner was for entertainment with all the important people attending, people she didn’t even know. Hermione looked at herself and saw someone completely different, someone changed from inside out.
Draco let go of her waist and marched out leaving Hermione leaning against the wall breathing heavily. So many times he had left her like this, her body weak from his touch. Hermione shook her head and let a hand run through her hair. She walked to her room. She felt emotionless, as if she had been drained of her energy and power. As she sat on the bed she felt a tear roll down her face. Her throat clenched as she held back the urge to scream. She had made her choice.
The Man You Wanted
“I’m sorry,” He whispered before turning around to go down the path to his house. Hermione felt as if she had been swept by a wave, why is he sorry? Hermione jogged quickly as it hit her that he was walking away very fast. She placed her hand on his back, the moment she did he stopped, sighing.
The Darkly Sweet Box
Hermione was in shock and just stared at Draco. Her hand started to shake as she reached out to touch his cheek. Ron pulled her back. Her tears continued to stream down her face as she sobbed and started to shake.
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